Jaguarstripe-ScarClan-Deputy

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Name:
Jaguarstripe

Age:
32 Moons

Gender:
She-cat.

Clan:
ScarClan

Rank:
Deputy

Appearance:
Jaguarstripe’s name fits her appearance more than any other part of her. Like a jaguar, her movements are swift, fast, and as smooth as a river. Tiny and condensed, the ScarClan deputy uses her small body as an advantage rather than as a curse. After all, if she were built strong and muscular, she couldn’t move fast or tire out her opponent as easily. Since kithood, she’s been smaller than everyone her age. Even now her overall size isn’t much bigger than an apprentice of her sixth or seventh moon.

Jaguarstripe’s fur is thin, and plasters to her when wet, making her look even tinier (which she hates) Size, however, really doesn’t matter when it comes to the pure beauty of this feline. With a base pelt color of a light ginger, it represents her fiery attitude and temper. Dark black spots speckle her like raindrops, then end in stripes on her tail and head. The deputy’s face is a dark brown in the dead center, slowly fading lighter towards her ears and muzzle. Fierce, thorn like brown eyes are shown like two hard rocks, never giving off any emotion- typical ScarClanner. A small pink nose tops off her face perfectly.

Personality:
From birth, Jaguarstripe has strived to be better, faster, and stronger. Perfection is only acceptable, no matter if it is hunting, fighting, or even keeping herself clean. Try is not in her vocabulary, only do. If do can not be achieved, you had better get it achieved before Jaguarstripe finds out, because she won’t hesitate to make you remember your mistake. She doesn’t talk much, but is at the same time charismatic, and can talk the clan out of any situation by backing up her leader or simply voicing her opinion. ScarClan is her LIFE. If you cross their path, be weary of a flash of black spots; if you see them, turn tail and run. You’d better be begging StarClan for a miracle because at this point you’re as good as dead.

In battle, as I mentioned above, Jaguarstripe is more aggressive than ever. Sheathing claws just doesn’t happen with her, and neither does leaving a cat without a wound. Quick as lighting, she’ll rake her claws across anything that moves, leaping back before a paw could bat her tail. With such a small body type, the ScarClan deputy depends on speed, agility, and thought through battle moves to come out on top. Very rarely is Jaguarstripe beaten in battle, so steer clear.

While on the talk of battle, not only should you avoid the ScarClan deputy’s black spotted pelt, but also the pelts of every apprentice she has ever trained. Her mentoring methods are respected and wanted by many kits in their sixth moon; especially the ambitious ones. Having Jaguarstripe as a mentor increases your chances of being thrown off of the Elemental Plateau, and into the pool, which increases your chances of a higher rank. Her methods are sometimes questionable, though, and rather harsh. Most of her apprentices come back very late, limping (at least), and tail dragging on the ground. THIS is when they regret wanting her as a mentor so much.

Past:
To start off Jaguarstripe’s history, I’ll explain the most important part: parents. Before this tiny feline was born there were two overly loyal ScarClan cats. One, by the name of Hawkpelt, was a she-cat, and the second’s name was Rockheart, a tom. Now, I should get one thing straight; these cats were not in love by any means. In fact, their relationship was strictly business. ScarClan was going through a rich time. The prey was plentiful, even in Leafbare, and it was said that by summer the nursery would be bigger, and there would be even more prey. So what did Eaglestar do? She picked six cats, three she-cats, and three toms, Hawkpelt and Rockheart among them, to have kits. She chose them specially. One muscular tom would be matched with a lithe and agile she-cat, creating ‘perfect’ kits. It would strengthen the clan greatly in such a good time. So they expanded the nursery, and the three she-cats got pregnant.

Eventually, Greenleaf came, and it was Hawkpelt’s time to give birth. She was the first of the three, and Eaglestar made her excitement obvious, though it was shameful for a ScarClan cat. Four healthy kits were born, to the thrill of the clan. Hawkpelt named them as follows: Jaguarkit, Lynxkit, Pantherkit, and Tigerkit. Tigerkit was the largest, with a gray speckled pelt and obvious muscular body type. He was followed by Pantherkit, who was blessed with a rich black coat. Then Lynxkit, whose pelt was a light ginger, and had bright green eyes. Last, there was Jaguarkit. She was the runt of the litter, and the only she-cat to make matters worse. She was the failed kit, in her parents’ eyes. They could only thank StarClan that they were blessed with three, strong, perfect kits. Maybe the runt would be a good medicine cat or something. Boy were they wrong.

By early kithood, Jaguarkit quickly earned the position of leader. Not only of her litter, but all of the kits in the nursery. (And there were a lot, considering Eaglestar’s plan to strengthen the clan) If anyone challenged her, she would happily take that challenge, but was usually able to put the kit back in their place. Being so small, Jaguarkit was beaten once or twice by Tigerkit, but earned her position back soon enough. Hawkpelt was thrilled to have such a strong daughter, and was very proud of her. Well, needless to say, Eaglestar’s plan went very well. Nine kits were born by Newleaf, and all of them were made apprentices without a single one getting sick or dying.

Finally came the day she could train, and Jaguarkit was just as excited as a normal kit, only hid it better. With her head held high, she stepped up to receive the name of her mentor, a senior warrior by the name of Rainwing. Her brothers soon followed, given the mentors Breezewhisker, Sharpfang, and Oakfoot. All four of the kits received decently experienced mentors. Little did they know, training would be a lot harder than they anticipated.

Jaguarpaw felt a sharp jab to her belly, interrupting her perfect dream of chasing a rabbit through the trees. She jumped to her paws, almost panic-like, and gave her shoulder a quick lick to hid her embarrassment when she saw it was only her mentor. Not even a sliver of sun was over the horizon; not exactly how she had pictured her first day of training. Without even saying hello, Rainwing walked out of the den, flicking his tail for his apprentice to follow. Stifling a yawn, the young cat forced her tired limbs to move. Once outside the camp, her mentor flipped around suddenly and whacked Jaguarpaw on the head, with a decent amount of strength. Jumping back in surprise, she shook her now throbbing head, staring at her mentor in disbelief. His hard blue eyes starred back at her.
“If you want to be a warrior you had better learn to be aware of your surroundings, and expect an attack at any time!” Rainwing hissed coldly, “Do you understand?”
Still dazed by the sudden attack, Jaguarpaw nodded, only to be knocked off of her paws and pinned in one swift motion. She could barely breathe under the weight of the warrior. His face was less than a whisker length from her’s.
“I thought you said you understood?” Growled her mentor, “Or do I need to repeat myself? When I speak to you I expect an answer! I don’t want to be seeing any of this head nodding. So let me ask you again, do you understand, Jaguarpaw?!”
Struggling to regain her breath, now terrified of her mentor, she nodded vigorously, “Yes, Rainwing, I understand. I’m sorry.”
“So you should be!” He hissed. The warrior let her up and sat down nearby, wrapping his tail around his paws, as though waiting for something. The brush covering the entrance to camp rustled, and out came Breezewhisker, Sharpfang, and Oakfoot, followed closely by their apprentices, who were all looking just as tired as Jaguarpaw. Lynxpaw yawned, and was whacked by Breezewhisker. He mumbled something and was whacked again. Finally her brother silenced, staring down at his paws.
Rainwing stood, nodding to the other warriors. “We won’t be going to the Elemental Plateau today.” He said, “That is a privilege that will have to be earned if you four would like to become warriors. Instead, we thought we’d explore the territory today.”
She thought that sounded too easy.
Lynxpaw spoke up, “But we can’t see anything. Its still dark!” Jaguarpaw suppressed a purr of amusement as her brother was whacked for a third time. Lynxpaw never learned to hold his tongue.
Rainwing spoke again, “If your name ends in ‘paw’, go stand over there, by the camp entrance. Touch your nose to it.”
Confused, Jaguarpaw, Lynxpaw, Tigerpaw, and Pantherpaw did as they were told. There was a scrambling of paws, and when the apprentices turned around, their mentor’s were gone.
“I guess this is their way of ‘exploring the territory’” Grumbled Tigerpaw.

So yes, Jaguarpaw had a very strict mentor. At the age of nine moons, she was thrown of the Elemental Plateau and into the pool, spraining her paw. She was out of training for a week, and she couldn’t have been happier. Tigerpaw was thrown off with her, though he came out of it perfectly fine, so he had to return to training the next day. Lynxpaw and Pantherpaw did not get thrown off.

Finally came the day of her warrior ceremony. She was 14 moons, and was more ready than ever. With her mother and mentor watching, Jaguarpaw prepared herself for her Right of Passage. As a kit she had feared this, but Rainwing had prepared her well; from holding her under the water until she was gasping for air, to harsh battle training sessions against more than one cat. She was ready, so she gritted her teeth and let The Overseer make a pretty detailed mark on her shoulder without flinching. It was a cross with four dots in each section, representing the four clans, and a dot above, representing StarClan. Jaguarpaw was awarded her warrior name, Jaguarstripe. Her brothers were named as follows: Lynxtail, Pantherclaw, and Tigerfrost.

Less than five moons into her warriorhood, she and Tigerfrost were given the respect of senior warriors. They received their first apprentices at the same time; Gorsepaw and Waterpaw, with Pantherclaw only a few moons behind. Over the moons Lynxtail grew more distant from the others, and didn’t receive his first apprentice until 7 moons later.

At the age of 25 moons, Jaguarstripe was named the Overseer for ScarClan. She served in this position twice before Tigerfrost took over, and he now holds the position. At the age of 30 moons she was named deputy, and has held her spot ever since.

Other:
Tigerfrost-Taken by Scorch, the one and only
Lynxtail- Taken by Scorch, the one and only
Pantherclaw-Taken by me, the other one and only ^^